Sabbat - For Those Who Died
Our Tounges They Could Not Silence,
Their Unforgotten Violence,
With Their Malicious Lies,
And As My Flesh Is Put To Fire,
Remember Those Who Died.
I Hear Their Voices Still,
Their Unjust Accusations,
Demanding I Am Killed.
'we Shall Show No Mercy To Heathen
Such As Thee,
The Church's Clemency,
Your Wicked Acts Are Endless,
Who Stand Accused And Have Refused
We'll Burn You Just The Same.'
Though The Crimes They Cannot Name,
Innocent Or Guilty Proved,
Burning, Into The Fire.
Burning, A Funeral Pyre.
Burning, A Funeral Pyre.
This Self-righteous Inquisition,
Burning, Into The Fire.
Is A Plague Upon Our Land,
From Shattered Hands.
As False As The Confessions They Force
(repeat 3 & 4)
Abused My Broken Body Is Cleansed
By Righteous Flame,
Their God A 'god Of Mercy' -
Yet In Whose Name I'm Slain.
My Innocence The Victim Of Their
Religious Persecution For The Past
Superstitious Fears,
Preaching Peace And Mercy 'neath The
Three Hundred Years,
A Papal Reign Of Terror -
Shadow Of The Knife,
Slaughter In The Name Of Christ.
(repeat 2,3 & 4
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